From Hibernation's Winter Of Discontent Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Hiatus hibernation: hope uncloses
fresh cycle, offers confidence one knows is
unshuttering for healing broken heart,
from chrysalis apart true joy discloses.

Cocoon appears to be some halfway house
preparing pupate stage from vast carouse,
an incubation metaphorical
'I AM AIM' flight prepares, to spirit rouse.

Inaction's action although from without
state changes' range seems subject to some doubt,
bliss metamorphosis takes time, and time
is grind mankind too often tries to flout.

Dreams may be blessed as fears fade, laid to rest,
renewed zest is caressed, heart's treasure chest
pulses slowly till wing span unfurls
to chart new start, maps jest till nap's inquest.

In winter wonderland fresh hope uncloses
as New Year offers confidence one knows is
unshuttering for healing broken heart,
from crysalid apart true joy discloses.

Though silent snowflakes hush both man and mouse,
white mantle donned by garden, path and house,
helter skelter crystals soon shall melt
for seasons spin, thaw hoar in rhymed carouse.

When light returns to comfort spirit sight,
when weariness falls from enlightened wight,
soul soon recovers sacred Truth within
when sun dissolves cold snowbound oversight.

Life seeds, shuns those that cede to living dead,
sad souls which wanton wilt, aversion fed,
long-suffering, lamenting ‘unjust’ fate,
read grains in bitter fruits, fear lies ahead.

No longer languish, mark majestic morn
transforms each ugly duckling to swan sworn,
enlightenment admitted as clear goal:
from night, soul whole at last may be reborn.

Spring lungs inhale, absorbing Nature’s scent,
while winter’s sleep-weep sweeps away, scope sent
from hibernation freed, to birth new day
through growth that spring’s blooms better represent.

Forbearance is rewarded as clouds pass.
when spirit, as transparent as clear glass,
halo hallowed, hollow, hid inside,
mind sloughs rough weight off, shredding wait's sin skin.

No longer languish, mark majestic morn
transforms each ugly duckling to swan sworn,
enlightenment admitted as clear goal
from night soul whole at last may be reborn.

If soul can't suffer outside mortal sheaf,
no need to overcompensate for grief
in haste waste chase replacing senseless search:
with spring's return, spurn cold, bold turn new leaf.

Prepare fresh phoenix flight from embers, ash,
anticipation of renascent flash
relief from trouble, torment signifies
wheel spins so seize the day, bind no grind gnash.

Jack frost's cold core shall surely thaw away,
bask maskless in reflection, from today
accompany chirped birdsong to rejoice,
and celebrate an optimistic Earth.

Life's stainless reign, not [d]rain vain vale of tears,
or time-trap tapping energy that steers
uncertain track back, forwards, 'gainst dice stacked,
yet, challenge met, stress fretwork disappears.

Hibernation's dreams strange themes may range,
bring inspiration which may rearrange
conundrum, jigsaw puzzle sleeper plays
where causal link airs mortal ink's short-change.

Time takes from time's mistakes, spin win! One may
weigh on tuned balance, causal interplay
of fractal patterns, freely factor in
much hidden from and by our D.N.A.

Potential, thus, with meltdown, finds true way
to free self from past self, from hideaway
awakens to more positive exchange
sustaining evolution on life's Way.